2025 Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
(Shout out to YodaYae)

[Verse]
Five hundred on the coat, I don't even wear it
I just cheated on my ho, she ain't even care (Just pay the guy)
Whole three-five rolled, I ain't even share
Buddy say he in his bag, he ain't even there
Ball on a n*gga ass like I got no hair
Man, I swear the n*ggas trash, sh*t ain't even fair
Laid your b*tch on her back, legs in the air
Brodie always stay strapped, keep it everywhere
b*tch always posting on the story, sayin' she demure
Feelin' sick, I need a head doctor, that's the only cure
Geeked up in the whip, bro can't even steer
So much damn loud in my lungs, I can't even hear
All that being loud and them guns don't make n*ggas fear
Bro still leave your ass drunk like a f*ckin' beer
I ain't hanging with you punks, man, you n*ggas weird
I don't want my b*tch in the club, I be insecure
I just took a trip to Icebox, ten in my ears
Time to sh*t on all of y'all again, it's a new year
Broke her heart and cut her off, she can't even cope
Goddamn, this n*gga broke, he don't need a joke
I'ma swim in your ho, I don't need a boat
Got a neck full of gold, look like honeycomb
Every time I walk through the door, b*tch, like "Honey's home"
Either you get rich or you don't, what the f*ck you want?
Paid five hundred for this Bape, feel like Donkey Kong
Smoke five hundred blunts a day, I'm like Cheech & Chong
You ain't got to go get paid, man, to each his own
I ain't finna follow in your steps, boy, you on your own
Told the cougar b*tch I'm eighteen, she like, "You ain't grown"
sh*t, but my money grown
Yeah, my money long, she like, "You turn me on"
Fifteen ain't enough, slap the thirty on
I be gettin' higher than a b*tch, I be very stoned
On a plane flying with a zip in my carry-on
Nah, I ain't done yet, let me carry on
My freak b*tch love Sexyy Red, she know every song
Freak b*tch, love giving head, she don't have a dome
Bro be in the streets all night like he don't have a home
I don't never answer when she call like I don't got a phone
Told my b*tch I think that I'm a dog like bae, I need a bone
I ain't worried 'bout my old hoes, man, them b*tches gone
Bro just bust all the P's open, man, them b*tches strong
n*gga, I can rap forever, you can't go this long
f*ckin' on my b*tch friend like I don't know this wrong
Said I'm 'bout to go to sleep, kicked her out the room
I ain't worried 'bout a thing, n*gga, bada-boom
Mixtape coming soon
Big body bendin' corners, hear us coming through
Lot of money in my pocket, that ain't nothing new
b*tch, when I get back to droppin', man, you n*ggas doomed
[Outro]
n*ggas is doomed, man
It's over with for them boys, man
Feel me? I've been chilling on y'all ass (Know what the f*ck goin' on)
Back in that mode, 2025, man (Skii)
This the first song I made this year
You feel me? So first day of 2025, I'm already back
sh*tting on you n*ggas, you feel me?
All you n*ggas, stay, in your place, man, it's my year, n*gga